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"What business of yours, where I got him?" answered the outlaw, surprised by a question to which his conscience gave an alarming significance, "and what has my horse to do with the interrogatory you have so discourteously put to me?" "By the soul of Arellanos! I will know; or, if not "
Little thought he at the moment that one of those men, lying near him under the light of the moon, could have given the desired answer could have told him the name which he ought to hear. Nevertheless, on her death-bed, the widow of Marcos Arellanos had revealed to him a secret perhaps almost as interesting as that of his birth and parentage.
"The wretch who was about to expiate his crime the assassin of Marcos Arellanos, in short, Cuchillo begged for his life. I had no power to grant it; when he cried, `I ask it in the name of Dona Rosarita, who loves you, for I heard , the suppliant was upon the edge of a precipice. I would have pardoned him for love of you; when one of my companions precipitated him into the gulf below.
"My daughter will act according to my wish," said the haciendado. "But supposing her heart is not free?" "The heart of Rosarita is free, Senor Don Estevan; how could it be otherwise she whose life has been spent in the midst of these deserts?" "And what about this ragged young fellow, this Tiburcio Arellanos, whom you appear to know? he is in love with your daughter?"
Supposing I could give you all that has been promised you? hitherto I have preferred to plead the cause of Tiburcio poor and an orphan; I shall now advocate that of Tiburcio Arellanos on the eve of becoming rich and powerful; noble too I shall become for I shall make myself an illustrious name and offer it to you."
Cuchillo drew himself up proudly, and replied: "I know a man who will yield in nothing neither at following a trail, nor taming a wild horse to Tiburcio Arellanos; and yet this secret has been almost worthless in his keeping, since he has just sold it for the tenth part of its value!"
On that hillock, he had rested with Marcos Arellanos; that nopal had furnished them with refreshing fruit; they had both contemplated with mysterious terror the strange aspect of the Misty Mountains, and his horse in its rapid course carried the murderer to the spot where his victim had fallen beneath his blows!
In the American solitude people fear the living more than the dead, and Cuchillo had too much to fear from men to waste many thoughts upon the ghost of Arellanos, and he had soon quite banished the thought from his mind. Although he felt nearly certain that no one had seen him leave the camp, or had followed him, he resolved to climb the rock and look out over the desert.
"You were not present at the close of the stranger's narrative," replied Dona Rosarita, "or you would have heard that the young companion of the two brave hunters whose dangers he nobly shared, was no other than Tiburcio Arellanos, now become the Count Fabian de Mediana.
Instead of calling Marcos Arellanos his father, had Tiburcio said his adopted father, his explanation might have elicited a different response from the Canadian. As it was, he only said in reply: "It is the first time I have heard the name. It was your face that recalled to me some memories of events that happened long, long ago "
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